The bluebirds return.
It never occurs to me to chastise them for leaving.
It’s what they do.
All day, I think
of their shallow wing beats,
their slow flight,
their bright blue fluttering,
and how easily, how instantly yesly
my heart rises up to meet them.
“It never occurs to me to chastise them for leaving.
It’s what they do.”
A lesson I must learn, and learn, and learn…glad that nature is the consummate teacher and you, my friend, the deliverer of those teachings.
I love the way you said this, nature is the consummate teacher. soooo true! and I am still and always learning, unlearning, learning, unlearning
many hugs to you,
r